This is Ray/Kai, Haven't figured out any more pairings. You don't like
Ray/Kai, I don't care. If you don't like, then leave. My English is pretty
shit (according to my teacher, I swear....I'll kill her) so don't complain.
I don't own Beyblade. I also don't own Audioslave or any rights to their
song "Like A Stone".
THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED! Oh yeah, they are all still in Russia.
"Speaking" (Yeah...I kinda think you know that already)
Sorry for the wait on this chapter, a couple of problems came up: My bro forgot to pay the internet bill, I was lazy, I got the flu, my mum broke some of her ribs and I had to look after her and then I couldn't find the book I typed all this in!
Kai's POV:
9? 10? 11? God, I lost count. Not even I can drink that much Vodka, eergh! That stuff is disgusting. True, it is disgusting, but its good for forgetting your problems...I should stop him, he is gonna get really sick drinking that much. He might even die.
Wait...why do I care? Ray's old enough to make his *own * decisions. But what if he does die? Ray's the closest thing I've ever had to a frien...no. No one is my friend. No one is ever going to be my friend. Friends have too many strings attached.
Friends are honest to each other, I can't be honest. I'd have to tell them about my past...that's if they asked. I know they'd ask. I can see it in they're eyes. They want to know about me, they want to help...no, not help. They want to change me. Turn me into one of them. They to tell me that I'm fine, there's nothing wrong anymore, want me to act like nothing happened. They want me to be a 'happy' person. I can't do it...Happiness is an illusion.
I do really want that, I want to be free. I want to be 'happy', but there's nothing in the world that can change me. The pain is still there, it still haunts me. It would be best if they didn't know. They wouldn't understand. They're too naïve, they wouldn't know how to take it. They would pity me. I don't want sympathy, I want peace. But that's never gonna happen so why even think about it. Soon they'll go back to their homes and I will stay here, in Russia, alone...just like I deserve.
Ray's POV:
"I think you had enough" the bartender states. Asshole. I'm not even drunk yet, I mean...I can still think straight. "Come on, just a couple more! I'm not tipsy yet!" I lie. To tell the truth, if I were to try to stand up now, I'd fall flat on my face...but he doesn't need to know that. "OK!" he says as he hands me another bottle. I think all the Vodka has done is made me sick. Its taking nearly all my will power not to keel over and spew my guts out (A/N: Its does that to me!! Vodka is dirty!!)
Why don't I just let it all out, I don't care about what the others think...wait, Kai's still here. Well there ya go. I am still trying to look tough in front of him, what's the point? He isn't paying attention to me anyway. He doesn't care, I could drop dead for all he cares. He'd probably prefer me dead. No one care...here I go again, wallowing in my own sadness. Pathetic really. I am getting all upset because Mr Sour Puss doesn't like me. Why should I care? He doesn't like anyone. Why did I even think I had a chance with him? He's not gay, he proved that tonight. Ack, My head hurts. That's it, I am not gonna be like him. I am gonna have fun...right after I'm finished with my drinking.
Well, I hate this chapter. More than the others, I hate a lot of things right now. Oh yeah, there might be a delay till the next update. I failed: English, Science, Sport and Maths. My parents...are gonna kill me and eat me! My back feels like a knife has been driven through it!! AHH! PAIN! My brother is watching his Beastie Boys DVD, I love the Beastie Boys. Funny little buggers. Review...I love reading them! (
Sorry for the wait on this chapter, a couple of problems came up: My bro forgot to pay the internet bill, I was lazy, I got the flu, my mum broke some of her ribs and I had to look after her and then I couldn't find the book I typed all this in!
Kai's POV:
9? 10? 11? God, I lost count. Not even I can drink that much Vodka, eergh! That stuff is disgusting. True, it is disgusting, but its good for forgetting your problems...I should stop him, he is gonna get really sick drinking that much. He might even die.
Wait...why do I care? Ray's old enough to make his *own * decisions. But what if he does die? Ray's the closest thing I've ever had to a frien...no. No one is my friend. No one is ever going to be my friend. Friends have too many strings attached.
Friends are honest to each other, I can't be honest. I'd have to tell them about my past...that's if they asked. I know they'd ask. I can see it in they're eyes. They want to know about me, they want to help...no, not help. They want to change me. Turn me into one of them. They to tell me that I'm fine, there's nothing wrong anymore, want me to act like nothing happened. They want me to be a 'happy' person. I can't do it...Happiness is an illusion.
I do really want that, I want to be free. I want to be 'happy', but there's nothing in the world that can change me. The pain is still there, it still haunts me. It would be best if they didn't know. They wouldn't understand. They're too naïve, they wouldn't know how to take it. They would pity me. I don't want sympathy, I want peace. But that's never gonna happen so why even think about it. Soon they'll go back to their homes and I will stay here, in Russia, alone...just like I deserve.
Ray's POV:
"I think you had enough" the bartender states. Asshole. I'm not even drunk yet, I mean...I can still think straight. "Come on, just a couple more! I'm not tipsy yet!" I lie. To tell the truth, if I were to try to stand up now, I'd fall flat on my face...but he doesn't need to know that. "OK!" he says as he hands me another bottle. I think all the Vodka has done is made me sick. Its taking nearly all my will power not to keel over and spew my guts out (A/N: Its does that to me!! Vodka is dirty!!)
Why don't I just let it all out, I don't care about what the others think...wait, Kai's still here. Well there ya go. I am still trying to look tough in front of him, what's the point? He isn't paying attention to me anyway. He doesn't care, I could drop dead for all he cares. He'd probably prefer me dead. No one care...here I go again, wallowing in my own sadness. Pathetic really. I am getting all upset because Mr Sour Puss doesn't like me. Why should I care? He doesn't like anyone. Why did I even think I had a chance with him? He's not gay, he proved that tonight. Ack, My head hurts. That's it, I am not gonna be like him. I am gonna have fun...right after I'm finished with my drinking.
Well, I hate this chapter. More than the others, I hate a lot of things right now. Oh yeah, there might be a delay till the next update. I failed: English, Science, Sport and Maths. My parents...are gonna kill me and eat me! My back feels like a knife has been driven through it!! AHH! PAIN! My brother is watching his Beastie Boys DVD, I love the Beastie Boys. Funny little buggers. Review...I love reading them! (